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“Yeah.” I can hardly push the words past the heat in my throat. “You go as fast as you want.”

She starts riding me like I’m a fucking bull and she’s a champion cowgirl. I lift her hips and slam back down, her ass bouncing against my thighs and her tits jiggling. Her cunt flexes around my dick, ratcheting my lust higher with every move.

Sweat rolls down my chest. I can’t get enough. I also can’t hold off.

She stops, settling with me fully inside her, her hot breath puffing against my lips. “Can I do it backward now, sir?”

Though I don’t want to be separated from her even for an instant, she climbs off me and turns around. After straddling my lap and presenting me with her round ass, she reaches between her legs to take hold of my shaft.

“I’m going to put it in myself this time,” she announces, then slides right back down where she belongs.

She grabs my hands to brace herself. My head spins. There’s only my cock moving in and out of her pussy, her gorgeous body bouncing up and down, her moans and panting noises filling my ears. Pressure tightens my lower body to the point of pain.

“This feels super good on my little button…” She clutches my hands tightly and rotates her hips. “And when I go around and around, your cock touches me in all kinds of different places. I’m going to…oh, my pussy is aching…I think something big is about to happen.”

“You’ll love it. I promise.”

I slide my hand around to her slippery clit. One hard rub is all it takes for her to come with a shriek of pleasure, her head falling back. Her whole body shakes, her cunt vibrating and convulsing around my shaft. Her ass wiggles and writhes against my thighs.

“Keep riding, baby.” I tighten my grip on her waist. “You ready for it?”

“Am I getting my prize?” she gasps.

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, please give it to me, sir. I love prizes so much…ah!”

I plow into her while pushing her down at the same time. Our bodies slap together. I come like a fucking rocket, shooting such a load into her that her pussy overflows. She keeps moving, milking my dick until the spasms start to ease. Then she falls back against my chest with her head on my shoulder.

Our harsh breathing saws through the air. I stroke my hands up her torso and wrap both arms around her.

“Wow,” she murmurs, wiping a trickle of sweat from her forehead. “Where did that come from?”

I chuckle and rub her breasts. “It’s okay to like dirty role-play. No. It’s fucking fantastic.”

“I didn’t even know I was into that kind of thing.” She turns to face me, bringing her knees up to my lap and curling up against me like a kitten. “But I love that I can do it with you. You make me feel so safe and free at the same time.”

I tighten my arms around her. Darkness encroaches on my lingering pleasure. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and free.

If she stays here, I can keep her safe. Nothing bad will ever touch her.

But she won’t be free.

ChapterSixteen

JOSIE

I’ve knownhappiness in my life, but not until now have I realized that happiness combined withlovetakes you to a whole other level of existence. The world is sharper and brighter—even in Antarctica, which is as clear a world as you can find. Colors are more intense, food tastes better, and my heart has an apparently limitless capacity for joy.

After our one trip to the glacier, Gavin insists that I focus on my work, even if it means he has to put his aside for now. Every day, he accompanies me to the penguin colony, helping with cameras, tagging, filming, counting, and whatever else I need for my reports.

In the evenings or when the weather keeps us indoors, we sit at the computers in the workroom, compatibly writing or analyzing data while taking breaks to eat or indulge in a little—or more often, a lot—of lovemaking.

As another week passes, my imagination takes a hundred flights of fancy—I picture us living here on this isolated, barren island together for years to come. I study the penguins, he researches glaciers and other ice formations, and we stay in contact with people through emails and occasional trips to the continent or the States. We work during the day and spend our nights locked in each other’s arms.

It’s just the two of us and this wild, fascinating land with all of its dangers and secrets.

The thoughts are so vivid, soreal, that I actually start to believe them, which is the reason I don’t even register anything amiss when a Zodiac boat slices through the water from a small polar ship anchored not far off the coast.

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